Moo
It bounced down my street like a mad thing on heat
Or a kangaroo doing a trick
The farmer that blocked it was knocked off his feet
By his cow on an old pogo stick
So a cow on a pogo stick bounced down my street
The footrests weren't right for her hooves
So they're welded with superglue onto her feet
Which is okay so long as she moves
But you can’t stand still on a pogo stick
Cos if you do you will fall over
So she bounced on her stick and she went quite a lick
As the farmer pursued her to dover
She hopped on a ferry, they thought she was merry
As she did her mechanical ballet
She said she had nary so much as a sherry
And she promised to hop off at Calais
A shift of the rudder made the ship shudder
Our cow made a messy mistake
Thanks to that judder she jiggled an udder
And sprayed half the deck with milk shake
Her strange bouncy dance continued in France
Until the old farmer arrived
A touch of sedation and glue separation
Meant our bouncy bovine survived
The movie theater’s fancy now;
Its leather seats recline
And there is more than popcorn offered
If you’d like to dine.
So we sat down, leaned back and thus
On footrests placed our feet,
Until somebody came along
And said, “You’re in my seat!”
For now you can reserve a spot
Like at a Broadway show.
I think for cinema, that’s not
The way it ought to go.
I liked the old style so much more –
You plopped down anyplace
As long as no one’s coat was there
To claim it as his space.
The floor was sticky, leg room tight
And if somebody tall
Was seated right in front of you,
You couldn’t see at all.
But now the chairs are lush and large
And naturally, not cheap;
Unless the movies’ really good,
I might just fall asleep!
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